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Celia
Danny picks me up and we reach the Winter Formal in time, briefly avoiding a long-winded mishap with my parents, involving excruciating amount of camera (mom and dad), tears, (mom) and stern talks about 'going over the line with his little girl' (Guess who said that...no surprise...dad.)
We entered the hall in time. It was kinda cute, decorated with streams of paper and a table with juice, and some snacks on the far side of the hall. People are dancing to the ever changing songs, some slow, some hip-shaking and fast.
Now we're on the dance floor, kinda moving our hips in an awkward motion and grinning at each other occasionally. The only thing he's said to me so far is, "Wow, you're hot."
Which I guess is sweet. But not that striking.
It doesn't help, either, that I'm totally thinking about a guy who I shouldn't be thinking about, envisioning his lips on mine and replaying the various censored scenes in my head. He keeps looking at me, from across the floor, sneaking glances, and scanning me from top to bottom- looking blonde, sinful, and drop-dead sexy- triggering a blush which Danny couldn't get out of me.
He's standing with Amanda Fruitt, who looks really pretty with her blonde hair arranged in perfect curls and her light pink, form-fitting Vera Wang, mini. I guess I'm slightly overdressed for the occasion.
Danny wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "Wanna take a hike to the bathroom, babe? You and me, hot sex all vertical like? You can't get pregnant if you're upright, which is good, 'cause I ain't got any of that protection shit."
I look away from Danny, slightly grossed out. "Um...okay. Let's just, ah, stay here, first, though." Truth is, I'm prolonging this. I don't plan to have sex with Danny tonight, no way. Especially without condoms. I'm guessing the boy isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the lighthouse either, if he thinks sex upright can't get you knocked up. Infact, I remember recalling that him and his jock friends were out on the balcony of the nearest store bathrooms, throwing down water balloons at the passersby the day we had sex-ed. Skivers.
Danny leans in, kissing my shoulder. "Fine, we'll just make up for it here."
I smile at him, and lean in closer. It'll be fine. Everything'll be fine.
I catch Ada- she's dancing with Callum. He's got his arms around her, his dark brown head bent down over her blonde one. They both look so happy so content, with each other, my two best friends. They're chatting intimately, eyes glued to each other.
My smile grows wider at the sight of them.
It evaporates the moment I see Dylan and Amanda kissing though. He's got his hands all over her, previously all over me. I turn away. His hands should be on me, not her.
Shake away the thought! Shake it away!
I do, shaking like a dog drying itself off. Danny leans back a little.
"Okay babe?" He grins, slightly. "Cold?"
I shake my head. "No, I'm fine. Great. Kiss me."
Before I have time to register my own shocking words, Danny leans in and meshes his lips with mine. It feels good, like a hug or a kiss on the cheek. But I'm not stupid enough to know that good just doesn't cut it in the physical attraction- department.
Earth-shattering, fire inducing, shockingly passionate, feeling like the rest of the world is moot, like your veins are filled with heat, travelling through every pore of your body and the only person that can calm the flames down is Dylan and only Dylan. No one else.
And then I realise something really weird and stupid and quite frankly, scary.
I'm in love with Dylan Henderson. Former gangbanger, boy with serious attitude problems, a single sexy piercing on his lip, blonde, sexy, dangerous Dylan.
It's not sudden or dramatic or sensational. It's more like one of those little comedy light bulbs springing on top of your head. While kissing some other guy, no doubt.
All I know is that I want to be with Dylan, want to have him smile at me like I'm the only one who can make him smile that way.
The same Dylan who needs something in his life, that he's been deprived off for so many years. Love. Comfort. Warmth.
I want to be the one to give him that. To hold him and tell him that it'll be alright.
I start to pull away from Danny, but he holds on tighter.
"Danny." I whisper. "Let go."
Danny pulls away, looking down at me through dark eyes, pupils dilated.
"I...I have to go. Sorry." I whisper, starting to turn around. Danny grabs my hand.
"What? How can you say that? We're at the Winter Formal!" He sounds angry, bemused and slightly hurt.
I smile at Danny, a smile that I hope is kind, and comforting. It could be mocking and jeering, though, as far as the look Danny gives me determines anything.
"You and I both know that it isn't there. The attraction, the love. I'm sorry. I really am. I know I'm being selfish, hurting you like this, but I can't do it anymore. I hope you can forgive me in the future...but I...look, I'm sorry. I don't feel well and I have to go home." My voice sounds rehearsed and urgent. The only place I want to be right now, is in Dylan's arms, but that isn't possible. They're too full of blonde, sexy cheerleader Amanda right now.
So I'm gonna settle for home, on the sofa, with a box of cookie dough, B&J's ice-cream and a couple of re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
But Danny grabs me and pulls me back. "You can't go!" He says, as urgently as I do. Desperately, he starts kissing my neck, his arms winding around my waist, making me feel trapped. "You can't. I...I want you."
"Let her go, man." Dylan says, coming up behind us. "Before I punch you again."
I jump. Wasn't Dylan across the room, kissing his date just a few seconds ago? Did he turn into some superfast Edward Cullen, or something?
"No!" Danny murmurs, against my neck, like a little kid.
I sigh, rolling my eyes. I don't like feeling helpless, or trapped, or saved by the hero, whether I love him or not. "I can take care of myself." I insist.
Danny's arms wind tighter, and Dylan steps forwards, his face a calm mask.
Okay, this is getting ridiculous.
I jam my heel into Danny's foot. He let's go of me, screaming and grabbing his toe. "Ow, you little bitch! What the fuck?"
I roll my eyes at him. "I have to go. What part don't you understand?" Then I stop, knowing that what I'm doing is cruel and unjustifiable, no matter how possessive or stupid Danny might be. "Sorry. I hope you find someone. It's just not me. I need to go home, this isn't working for me."
Then I turn to leave.
"Celia." Dylan calls, chasing to catch up. I ignore him, staring straight ahead.
"Yo! Yeah, you with the shiny hair, and sexy dress. Look. Here." He grabs my chin and turns to face him. I glare up at Dylan defiantly. "Woah. What's up with the fire, I totally almost saved your ass there with that bastard."
"Sorry?" I splutter. "I think I just saved my own ass. You didn't do anything. Now, why don't you get back to your date and let me go home."
Dylan raises an eyebrow. "Right. Your going home like the misunderstood, looking-for-love heroine type that you are. Suure. You, ah, got a ride?"
I nod, hoping he doesn't pick up on the lie. "'Course."
Dylan shakes his head. "Liar."
I turn away from him again and start to walk. "Go back to Amanda, Dylan. I'll see you at home."
I hear Dylan sigh from behind me, his clear mutter, "Impossible little half-Mexican know-it-all." And then run after me again.
"I'm dropping you home, okay?"
I turn to him again, stunned. "What about your date?"
We both look to Amanda, who is chatting and giggling with her girlfriends. Probably about Dylan. Hasn't she noticed her man is kanoodling with another?
"Amanda can wait, while I drop you home. C'mon."
And then he grabs my arm and drags me towards his car, jaw set, and completely defiant.
And for some reason...I let him.
Guess I'm just losing my touch.
